The blade cut into the cake, effortlessly dividing the delicacy apart. The clouds in the sky were much the same.
Even though Li Jiayu had greatly restrained his Light Divine Power, the divine power spilling from the half-piece of Light Godhead within him was still like a scorching sharp blade, melting all things into sacred, blazing light.
Kurumi at the very front remained expressionless. After roughly calculating Yang An's position and slightly adjusting her direction, she continued flying.
Li Jiayu could not calculate the reserves of divine power within his Light Godhead, but he had yet to feel tired. His entire body still brimmed with inexhaustible strength.
His blue eyes stared fixedly at the stream of light ahead. His once holy and benevolent gaze now radiated a trace of brutality.
Especially when he thought of the strange chance of his rebirth, Li Jiayu felt as though a mysterious person had gripped his throat, leaving him unable to breathe.
Were the things that had happened before... all fake?
Or had the timeline... truly been reset?
She definitely knows something! Li Jiayu was certain of it.
The largest survivor city in Shanhe Province.
Yang An stood atop the city wall, gazing at the distant heavens. His wild golden hair danced in the wind, and coupled with the various auras surrounding him, every move he made drew the attention of the crowd, causing the inheritors cleaning up the battlefield to whisper among themselves.
With Yang An's strength, he could naturally hear every word of praise clearly. But bearing so much glory, he had long since become indifferent to such compliments.
Among the crowd, there was even a man planning to offer up his twin younger sisters, who were still in school...
Under normal circumstances, Yang An would not necessarily have been overjoyed, but